I imagine Batman singing this solemnly to himself in the batcave with a sweeping orchestral accompaniment...
I’d be okay
with diggin’ rats,
Or giggin’ cats,
Who jig in spats.
I wouldn’t mind
a pig in hats,
Who’s riggin’ stats
for swiggin’ gnats.
I wish I'd picked headquarters that
Were apt for wigged aristocrats,
Alas, I chose this habitat
That's always full of friggin’ bats!
Love it!